(Or, And now for something completely different.)

The ex took the kids to swim lessons today, and when he brought them back he helped me take out the air conditioners. Then we went through a ton of stuff in the basement and he crammed his car full with a load of boxes. (Yes, he moved out over a year and a half ago. Speed is not one of his attributes.) He even disposed of a dead mouse for me (another one).

He was helpful, and polite, and downright normal. It’s a little disconcerting, but I’ll take it.

Wonders never cease.